The Hobgoblin.....what can I say. You ever get the feeling, as soon as you walk into someplace, that you were destined to be there? That the inextricable hand of fate has laid out a course for you that put you in that exact place and time for a reason?
That was walking into The Hobgoblin for us.....we've already mentioned Motorhead on the jukebox...there is more....so much more!!
While conversing with the manager, Darren, Gardner finds out he is originally from Brisbane. Our standard question to all Aussies follows...."You heard of Radio Birdman?". This question is normally followed by us explaining how great the band is, and how the person in question should check them out....not so this day my friends!
Darren incredulousy fires back, "You know Radio Birdman!!" Apparently, he doesn't run into people as well informed, intelligent, and of the discerning musical taste of the G-man and myself. We impress him further by mentioning The Lime Spiders, The Hard Ons, and The New Christs. So, within 10 minutes of walking into the place, I hugged the manager like we were best buddies....we were, we were bound by the most powerful of all agents...ASS KICKING PUNK ROCK!
Gard and I came back to our new home away from home a little before 10pm, after watching Red Dwarf and a smeg ups episode across the street. A few familiar faces and some new friends were on hand to greet us. The night was an absolute blur of coolness....the jukebox in the place is second to none, packed full some of punk and garage rock's finest. Most of them on mixes created by the man himself.
Rachel, in all of her firey haired hotness, is not only a fan of The Ox(John Entwistle of The Who to the uninformed), but is a bass player herself, AND is studying history......how perfect is she!!?
We also met a great group of Polish kids, I say kids because they were under 30, upstairs. They invited us out on Sunday night...we'll get to that later.
I could ramble about the complete and utter awesomeness of the eve, but lets just say that in my perfect vision of the perfect pub to hang out in, the only way The Hobgoblin is lacking is that I dont live next door to it.
We parted ways with promises to come back by and drop off some cd's of bands we are sure Darren would like.
Some more shots from The Hobgoblin....
G-Man makin friends....
I WILL visit Brazil before I die....
Bettie!?
He was only five foot three, girls could not resist his stare.
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